Thou pure-eyed soul, when in the dusky wold, And near the trail of Truth I oft have been, Thy shy, retreating figure have I seen A-fleeing from our babbling loud and bold; And if I turned my thought 'twas to behold A fawning maiden lingering on the green To lure us with her wiles—but well I ween Who e'er gave her his heart, his honor sold. Flee not my cloud-arched path oh, maid demure, Be thou my guide as down the years I go; For thy dear sake this heart I would keep pure, And Vanity's allurings all forego— Heaven hears my vow: myself to thee I give To court thy coyest smile while I shall live! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOWER OF BEAUTY by GEORGE DARLEY A FAREWELL TO FOLLY: CONTENT by ROBERT GREENE CARRION COMFORT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO JOHN KEATS; SONNET by AMY LOWELL EFFICIENCY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |